QB's
do we truly know why or where we headed?
or why we do what we do, aside from getting cheddar?
aside from getting better at mastering this craft?
i'm asking if this draft is gonna take us up to heaven?
and if it truly does then i guess that this buzz that i love when i bust
must be the reason this feelin is creepin,
but if it isnt, and all of this is meaningless,
at least i've given it my all, so i'm real enough,
are you a villain or a hero to your story?
you flyin infinite or eagle to your glory?
do you give for what you take or do you take without a damn
and damn the man cause aint nobody gave you sorrys,
nobody knows and everybody's searchin,
the world is cold and everybody's hurtin,
but what we know yo its nothing is for certain,
so while we flow we keep looking for a purpose.
SAYLA's
so you feel yourself swayin' off, like the way you do when life is good,
could buy everything you wanted back when you were in the hood,
now you ballin, hanging with the big boys,
too blind to see they're treating you like a witch boy, get up.
your self-respect's at a minimum, you used to be a dream weaver,
dreams of platinum, grow up to be the key leader,
now you're neither this or that, i guess greed killed ya,
cheap thrills thrilled ya,
but if you're listening to this, do know that this is not a diss,
i'm trying to save you,
dont wanna fail you, lose you to the abyss homie,
you gotta chill a little, learn to breathe slowly,
reminisce the good old days over rollies and oldies,
and look up to tomorrow,
and maybe you could follow your dream,
i know the cream makes you feel a little taller,
i know you dream when you sleep,
but you choose to live easy-cheesy over deep, damn.
